I lived with mum then dad.

I grew up with dad, then with mum, then with dad, and now with mum, then back with dad, but at mums house she had an ashtray full of little bits of trash and cigarette ash, a hamster that bit through the metal parts of the cage and ran away, at mums house it was … Continue reading I lived with mum then dad.

deep sweets

deep sweets in deep dreams... lands of unknown, friends from unfamiliar places, faces hidden, sidewalks frosting over, I remember walking down it, the path it became, slimmer and slimmer, in deep sweet dreams... × mum used to say sweet dreams but the dreams all blend, faze into the days, dramatic, hectic, mangled mess, shouting and … Continue reading deep sweets


; sometimes, pretending makes it easier sometimes pretending is a metaphor for a plaster pretending not quite healing covering it up but not really looking at the problem. Sometimes pretending can heal people forget about the odd scratch's its the deeper ones that require more attention that cant be ignored ignoring cuts that need attention … Continue reading Pretending